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Mar 2019
My tears; your pillow,
An unmapped territory.
Will you help me chart this new country?
Or leave me - unto myself -
An island of sorrows?
β€˜Sometimes a map speaks in terms of physical geography, but just as often it muses on the jagged terrain of the heart, the distant vistas of memory, or the fantastic landscapes of dreams.’
- Miles Harvey, The Island of Lost Maps
annh
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annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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